Nothing But This

It's only been days,

mere days,

that I've fallen in love,

under your stare in a daze.

You're some witch,

a lovely witch,

who does or doesn't want me,

I know not which.

I've been enamored before,

not like this, but before.

You are different.

You aren't pure.

I can see your flaws,

though deep down, still flaws,

and I couldn't want you more.

You give me aching bones and an open jaw.

I want more of this,

whatever you call this,

and I promise to be slow,

if you only give me your kiss.